Before that I was a scientist. I did research in population biology. And that's what I always go back to, it helps… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
A choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. I am the forest's conscience,… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
There's a graveyard in northern France where all the dead boys from D-Day are buried. The white crosses reach from one horizon… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Listen. Slide the weight from your shoulders and move forward. You are afraid you might forget, but you never will. You will… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
A mother's body remembers her babies-the folds of soft flesh, the softly furred scalp against her nose. Each child has it's own… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Jesus was a more reliable backer, evidently, less likely to drink himself unconscious or get liver cancer. No wonder people chose Him as their… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Now I'm starting to think he wasn't supposed to be my whole life, he was just this doorway to me. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Cooking is 80 percent confidence, a skill best acquired starting from when the apron strings wrap around you twice. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“In Bobby Ogle's version of heaven everyone would wind up in one place, criminals and Muslims included.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“It's what you do that makes your soul, not the other way around.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Lusa turned to Crys, her eyes shining. "That was a luna." Crys shrugged. "So?" "So? So what? You want it should sing, too?” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“An imperfectly remembered life is a useless treachery. Every day, more fragments of the past roll around heavily in the chambers of an empty… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
Respecting the dignity of a spectacular food means enjoying it at its best. Europeans celebrate the short season of abundant asparagus as a form… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
“Somehow it had come to pass that this man was her whole world, and she had failed to take his measure.” — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
After 'The Poisonwood Bible' was published, several people believed that my parents were missionaries, which could not be further from the truth. — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
